The cool beauty of the flawless surface,
where ripples are a thing of myth
and reflections unwanted are
enhanced by a brilliant blue hue.
Where within the depths
the creatures of the dark
crawl upon their bellies
never to be seen.
Where natural currents rage in silence,
hungry for victims
of circumstance and naivety.
Where an act of bravery
makes fools of heroes.
Where the deceptive glance
could steal the sight from your eyes.
Where no remorse
is ever shown.
Where lessons are taught,
but never learnt.

your poem read,
awoken by lightening flashes of
morning notifications arriving,
postmarked from
"I liked it"

but it does not
end there,
continues,
to a new ending

who and why,
who and why,
did this one find
their own
worthy in it
that was writ unknowingly
just for them

and
you look them up,
guessing
who and why,
rereading your hand's work,
which verse was it,
was it for a blessing or a
curse,
that touched them,
that made them
touch
you

each "like,"
a work in itself

re examined,
re searched,
re imagined
in the
light of
who they are
and
why they are
liking words I wrote

a single poem
bring hours of imagination,
each "like"
individually gift wrapped,
each human liking rapt,
each imagine a rapture,

each "like"
a new poem
about the who and why
each name a disguise to unravel,
each name a title
of a new different,
imagined poem,
who and why,
we
like
each other

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6:53am